Your Regularly Scheduled Funny
March 03, 2004
(First, much lurve & squee to all my awesome friends who left comments on the previous freak-out post. Thank you all for caring about me and my defective ovaries. Pair of bitches, them.)
Annnnnnnnyway...
I don't really have much to say today, but the tone of this page was entirely too serious. And if there's one thing I hate, it's tonal seriousness. Among many, many other things.
So here's just a bunch of random crap. Yay, random crap!
First, here's Miss Doxie's not-so-subtle hint that maybe Lauren and I should address what the hell ever happened to her on the Bold & the Bloglicious:
Noted. So here's Part 12: Oh Yeah, Those Guys
Second, I'm going to JournalCon! Aren't you? Of course you are. It's in Washington, DC, August 20-22. Wooo, it's right by my house! But I'm still doing the hotel thing, rooming with someone who's bound to be a bad influence. So. Freaking. Awesome.
Lastly, another IM with Sprocketeer, right after we returned from a delicious and nutritious lunch out:
Sprocketeer: oh - (so-and-so) came in to my office when i got back and was like "where have you been, you disappeared for hours"
Me: tell her you were off blowing her boyfriend
I cannot wait, dude
Journal Con will rock the house
So drunk we'll all be.
(Okay, I am SO done with haiku now.)
My Haiku:
Excuse me. I think
You are forgetting about
YOUR OTHER ROOMMATE.
Yes. JournalCon is going to rock. We've reserved 700 square feet of ABSOLUTE MAYHEM at the Hotel Helix.
LAUREN!!! That wedding you're in? The weekend of JCon? Cannot happen. Sleep with the groom-to-be or something.
Apparently I need to read up on this JournalCon thing and make plans to be there in August!
SOMEONE is bitter
Thinking that she's out of it.
Leigh, we love you, yo.
(Dear Lord, save me from the haiku already.)
Bridesmaid, bridesmaid, yo.
I'd rather do J-Con, yo.
But OH my DRESS, yo.
I am troubled, see.
Who will teach ass dusting class?
Poor dusty asses.
What is up with "yo"?
Don't be pimpin' dusty ass
Smack my blog up, yo
Yo yo yo yo yo.
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo.
Yo yo yo, bee-atch.
You all crack me UP
Yo dude, I'll pimp dusty ass
Just try to stop me
Hmm. Now THIS is an interesting set of comments to walk in on uninvited. I mean - I'm ALL about some Haikus, but the flagrant use of "yo" has me extremely concerned.
You are invited
But haiku-speak you must do
And you MUST use yo
Yo, dont be shakin
Or pimpin' dusty boo-tay
all up in my crib
Oh cactus, poor soul
You know you love dusty ass
Is it allergies?
Lauren has spoken,
She is the boss of me, yo.
I'm scared of her, yo.
I suck at this yo.
This one took twenty minutes.
I'll just dust my ass.
I am from Philly
Therefore I have exclusive
rights to the "yo," y'all.
Can't be lyin' yo.
I likes me tha good boo-tay
Dusty or not yo
holy crap you guys.
while I posted the last one
six more were written.
History is made.
Here at amalah dot com.
Most. Comments. Evah.
Booty makes the world
go round, but what I want to
know is - where's Leigh, yo?
I knew it, Yo C!
Cross over to the dark side.
Dusty ass rock house!
Ok dear Lauren,
THAT one made no sense at all.
Jumped the shark, we have.
We're commenting fools
Dusty-ass lovin' fools, yo.
You da bomb Amy
What do you expect?
I'm SUPPOSED to be working!
Me love you long time.
While we're on topic
How does one's ass get dusty?
Seems hard to do, yo
How do I tell you?
The birds and the bees, you know
Never covered this.
No dusty asses
'Round here, yo, cuz we all get
Mad crazy lovin'
No birds and bees please
Being chased by a turkey
Is sufficient, yo!
I know how one's ass
can get A Dusty, except
I'm not talking, yo.
I need a shower.
Sitting here in my own filth.
Rock on with haikus!
Must know the problem
Before we can find the cure
Spill it Coleen...yo
Blogging the whole day,
Will make MY ass dusty - yo.
For you? I dont know.
I know C's secret.
But all I'll say is one word:
Imaginary.
I have no comment
Because I don't kiss and tell
or, umm, something. Yo.
Imaginary!
But actually not, yo.
Where is Leigh!? There's news!
I have killed haiku
with my double-posting skills
Ev'ryone! Come back!
Not gone, just plotting
Haiku can never die yo
A lot like Dick Clark
Coleen I am slow.
Takes me forever to count
Five, Seven, Five yo.
I have the secret
Try new Swiffer Boot-ay Shine
For dust-free ass, yo
Haikus forevah!
Smackdowns ev'ry Thursday, yo.
Tell me news, C (six, seven).
I love Haiku Thurs.
I can't use the whole damn day
Cause five syllables.
Your stupid firewall,
alas, prevents my sharing
too much info. (Ha).
I am kicking asses
And also taking y'all's names
in haikus right now.
It took me ages
To make a post in Haiku
Announcing Smackdown
I have one week yo
To speed up my creations
Cause I am so slow.
Lauren left to work.
What the hell's up with that, yo?
Can't...stop...the...counting...
I have stopp-ed all
regular conversation
and now speak Haiku.
Boss is gone today
When he returns tomorrow
My brain will be fried.
He'll think I work hard
But we all will know the truth
I'm over-Haiku'ed
Got bad news Coleen
I think something was missing
From your last few, yo
Oooohh Haiku challenge!
Chris asks for a recount, yo.
This could get ugly!